Secret Bella Novelas e Histórias

“Why?” “Because Sierra is the version of you that remains hidden,” she replied calmly, her tone measured and certain. “Very few people know her, and that makes her valuable.” She paused for a moment before a faint, knowing smirk curved her lips. “But Bella…” she continued, her voice lowering slightly, almost amused, “Bella is visible. She is harmless. A model. Beautiful, admired, and underestimated. People see her and assume she is nothing more than a face, a figure, something easy to read.”

“We could also talk about the confidential memos that you intercepted for ten years. You know, the ones in which Alpha Black was sending out pleas to pack leadership across the country, asking for information on where his mate and daughter had gone?” At that point, my mother’s face jerked up, shocked. “What …how…” “Surprised I know? It turns out that, in this digital age, if you pull a thread back a little bit, you can find out so many things. It’s sort-of nice that the werewolf world is so ahead of humans when it comes to technology.” My father looked at my mother, shock and disgust written all over his face. “Then we also have the way you confronted Jenna at the funeral, which was conve

About secrets that couldn't stay hidden forever. "No no no no no," I whispered. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when everything was finally going well. Not when I'd finally built something for myself. Something stable and good and mine. I kept scrolling. The gossip account had done more than just share the cryptic posts. They'd started speculating. "Some eagle-eyed fans noticed that Sierra Hart appeared on the scene around the same time another woman with similar features disappeared from public life. Could Sierra be running from something? A scandal? A past she wants to forget?"

I didn't know which was worse, her screaming or the thundering of the elevator. I tried to keep calm. One of us had to be brave and I was the bodyguard after all. The elevator stopped moving and I could feel Bianca's heart pounding erratically. "Are you okay?" "I dropped my phone!" She began fumbling for her phone in the dark. Then I felt her hand clutch my dick. Fuck! *** Bianca's POV "I dropped my phone!" I yelled and went on all fours, groping for my phone. I searched for it in the dark and my hand got a grip of something big and hard.

He slides it over to me. I want to look I want to know, but I’m I ready for the dark secrets that stain his soul. With trembling hands I flip it open. Numbers and names, a list, I pick it up and that’s when the darkness swallows me. I clasp my mouth shut as photos scatter onto the desk. Photos of people, dead people. Photos of women being held hostage. I gasp for air as some of the names are crossed out with a red pen. “What is this?” I ask, fearing the answer. “Keep looking, all the answers is in there.” His voice a whisper of horror. I lift my gaze, the fear in his eyes replicates mine.

Sebastian's pov “Bizzzzzzzz” The buzzing of my phone pulled me from my restless sleep at 5:47 AM. Not unusual—I'd built my empire on being available before the rest of the world woke up. What was unusual was the sheer volume. Seventeen missed calls from Gerald. Forty-three from my PR team. Sixty-eight notifications from news alerts. My blood ran cold before I even opened the first one. “Billionaire Sebastian Blackwell Has Secret Son With Unknown Woman"

she mumbled and admired the luxury of the phone, “What a beautiful phone, she mumbled again and noticed she didn’t lock it with password so she started accessing her files and messages. She saw the series of messages bearing Doctor Bernard as the sender and her gaze widened in anxiety. Her attention was drawn to it now as she read further. “Jesus!” she exclaimed, after a few seconds of reading one of the messages where Doctor Bernard demanded for Kate’s presence in his hotel room. “Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed yet again where Doctor Bernard threatened to reveal a secret, if she didn’t sleep with him in the hotel. “I knew it,” Salsa mumbled and glared around for any onlooker. Satisfied that nob

“So you’re saying this is what everyone’s after. The rulers, the mustard man, the whole damn circus. All of them are looking for this. Did you slip a note under my door by any chance?” Christina didn’t flinch. “No. But I asked someone else to do that for me. And now you understand why it’s so important.” Leila studied her aunt, her mind racing. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Christina smiled faintly. “Would you have believed me? Besides, the less you knew, the safer you were. Did you have meeting with Mikhail Grossman?” Leila’s cheeks flashed red. “Yes.” “And what was your initiation task?” Christina squinted at her.

"Then we'd better get started." My phone buzzes again. Another text from an unknown number—but different from the previous blackmailer. My blood runs cold when I read it: “The deadline has passed and you're still here. Interesting choice. But you should know that I'm not the only one who knows your secret. The question is, who will expose you first? Sweet dreams, Anastasia.” I show it to Aaron and Felicity, my hands shaking. "There's more than one person who knows," Felicity breathes. "Which means—"

With a flash of speed, she shut her lips and shook her head in denial. “I might be the CEO’s secretary, but I know nothing about his private life, and also he might have a valid reason why he didn’t tell you that part. Why not wait for him to reveal it to you himself? It might not take that long, you know”, she tried persuading her, but Anita didn’t seem to believe her. The staring competition went on for a few seconds before Amber diverted her attention to their shopping. “You should see the new collection of bags that just came in, I can reserve one for you since it’s a limited edition”, she stated with a chuckle and a wink.